Doc had pulled himself together a little by the time we reached the truck and he and I climbed the stepladder onto the flat-top without assistance.

Doc pulled a microfisch chip out of the viewer and yawned irritably.

As he ran, Doc pulled a thin cape from his pocket, and put it over his head.

I dunno, Doc pulled something out of his pocket.

Doc pulled on his rubber boots and set his rain hat fussily.

Doc pulled at the bottom of the robe.

Doc pulled the steering wheel around, swerving the car into the trees.

Doc and his aids pulled it ashore along the line.

Doc gunned the engine once, put the jeep in gear, and pulled out of the motor pool area.

Doc had one arm across the captain's chest and was pulling him along with a slow but powerful sidestroke.